Coco

Down the Interstate, 

Stuffed in an SUV, 

A perfect suburban one. 

You shake your knees. 

Mom tells you to stop shaking. 

They deserve to laugh and sit on the floor and coo over babies. 

They deserve to talk in a language I don’t understand. 

They deserve to look at each other with love. 

This morning I watched 
as someone I love broke their heart. 

Over and over, 
I watched them wander through the secret streets of Paris, 
clumsily holding their heart in their hands.